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the words agreed on, and the band captain would reply, and
the guide would say, " Well, let's get going," and would lead
them away. The men did not have to scrape the beds of their
own immediate neighbours. Sometimes they might not even
know the names of the owners of the beds. Only the guide
and the band captain were sure to know. That was Doctor
MacDonald's idea. He was chief, elected unanimously by the
thirty-four captains and four commanders at their first
general meeting. Nobody knew much about him, but they
elected him. Afterward, he had stood up and said in his
gentle, offhand voice, "Well, gentlemen, I appreciate this,
and Fll try not to get you into any more trouble than neces-
sary." That was all he had said then, by way of acceptance.
At that same meeting, in planning the first raids, he pro-
posed his idea that a band should not operate in its own
immediate neighbourhood. Before the meeting, while the
men were gathering, he had explained it to Mr, Munn.

"Don't you think that's a good idea?" he had asked Mr.

" Yes," Mr. Munn had said, " I reckon so."
" At first, anyway," Doctor MacDonald had said.
"At first?" Mr. Munn had echoed, looking up at the other
man's face.   Doctor MacDonald had worn that half smile,
and his dead pipe had been stuck between his teeth, as was
his habit.

"Just to break them in, Mr. Munn, you might say," he
had observed. Then he had turned away to enter the door
' of the schoolhouse where the meeting was to be held. But
he had stopped, removed the pipe from between his teeth,
and said, " You don't know, it might turn out to be a long

Mr. Munn had stood there, wondering how he would feel
to go down the road and scrape the plant bed belonging to
old Mr. Goodwood, whose place lay next to his. But old
Mr. Goodwood was a strong Association man. Now and
then, later, Mr. Munn thought how he would feel if he had
to do that. He had known Mr. Goodwood all Ms life. He